Fall to Winter, Rise to Spring
Fallen, down and out
Frozen, not dead nor decayed
Rising, faith with wings!
Kim Patrice Nunez
Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2014
In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.
For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.
At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.
Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.
When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.
A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.
So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.
The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.
In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.
A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2009
Down where roses bloom in the month of June
The scented petals will mature and fall
Carried by zephrys of spring like balloons
Those petals in the wind over land sprawl
Pale pink petals carried away to land
With a gental touch of kindness caress
The spring grasses with a delicate hand
Courteous as it lands with politesse
Each petal waits in turn to fly away
Their patience is long, each holds 'til time
They then 'pon the wind float and not betray
The Spirit within which is one sublime
Down where the roses bloom may the fruit grow
Let love lead as petals upon wind flow
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Petals In The Wind
Written this 23rd day of January 2013
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
On Manhattan's West Side...
You descend ancient stairs
You've crossed the Drive
River Side Drive
Expect to float on air of beauty.
Cherry blossoms pink won't wink
They'll courtesy as you walk, jog, bike
Their fragrance light and airy
Suffuse each path paved smooth
Sloped path leads to arched cemented canopy
As ancient as view
The Hudson embraces you
A garden path with bright flowers
Will warm your heart
The young, the old, those in between
They live for such scenes
Sky, trees, mound overlooking New Jersey
The Hudson River is where I met my honey.
Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015
Little dove, perched in the snow
You need not ask
For, how well, I know
How your presence speaks quietly
Of faith in the spring
When you come out of hiding
And we hear your voice sing…
Rise up, gentle fair one
For winter will pass
The flowers will spring up
And the soft, meadow grass
As the spring comes alive
And the grapevines will blossom
Little doves, sing their song
And the sun warms the skies
Coo little, dove songs,
Your voice will resound
Winter shadows will flee away
When the new morning dawns
Inspired by Sara's Contest: "Song Of Solomon"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
My loss -a sprung spring within my bed.
I sleep little, I roll, I rock I try-
To escape this spine stabbing spring -I toss!
Relief I do not find, I try to sleep.
I toss! Yet, still it is my bed, just mine.
My bed is large there's room to move about,
This spring it finds my back to hurt again.
But still it is my bed, that I have made.
I cut the wood; I nailed the planks, just me.
I bent the wire as for my springs to make.
My mattress I sowed, stuffed with feather down.
The floor to be a kinder place to sleep.
I curse this spring, I toss! My bed I hate.
This bed but with one spring I broke; I curse.
I made this bed with out concern or care.
The blame to who belongs, my lack of rest?
I made my bed in which I lie and toss.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months.
The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.
They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday.
as they were called WEEDS ..
The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.
However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .
The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013
only you and I
That goes beyond the reason
Makes us sing
And dance on our hearts-beating
Is it the moment
We've been waiting?
Let's close our eyes
For, our love is the eyes
That will lead us to Paradise
No one could die
That's our life
Copyright © Nasser Alabdali | Year Posted 2014
Play The Radio
Get Up And Dance All Night Long
Music Heals The Soul
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
Effulgent sun proffers love
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds
The moon unravels wonders
Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013
In Easter Day worship,
Complemented a soul being
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
I do not know?
Gazing upon the firefly hovering and then, whisking away amid blithe ~
Luminescent wings sweeping such ponderings; aside
Illuminating sunlit prisms within these, countless hues....
Waters washing times carved boulders as they journey toward the sea
Soon to be met by Spring tide melding and together they shall be ~
Centuries softly whispering into my ears; Half Dome, calling towards the heavens
Adorned in Her coat of virgin snow and oh, how spectacular She seems
Eyes which beckon to close aneath these, thresholds dreams....
Darkened lashes dividing unto such opulent spheres of sight
Visions crossing the tangible temporal tides as wings that soar ~
Meeting a Silvertail Hawk amid the tree top wherein, She smiles at myself
Set upon athenaeums assemblage swelling through my soul....
Taken to flight this warmth of the quatorial sky, now kissing Her lips
Assimilation pouring from the tips; ambrosias heartbeat ~
Pulsation; as that of a baby whom cries whilst reaching for the stars
Welcome to existence this, breath of life....
Reverberating jewels of wisdom to be given; these pearls of light
Silently peering beyond the chromatic firefly; fluttering reflections as prisms inside ~
Half Dome dressed in Her virgins white, pristine smile; beautiful
Luminescent whisperings and Spring tide thresholds
Mother nature and Father times, ions of love now, entwined
Euphorias waters of verdant making their way towards the sea and, into the child
...."Chasing Butterflies" ~
Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ...
Slowly as in the dream/
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/
He kisses fine/
Your eyelids /
And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/
Waiting for summer dim/
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/
You've been looking for rescue/
You searched in wine/
But it's in me/
all the rescues are mine/
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/
But I discern the light/
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/
Prepare you for winter drowse/
And it snows/
Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/
And you'll become whole/
Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013
Such lovely things are part of spring,
Each greening, borning, blooming thing.
A pansy face, a new made nest,
In spring God sends his very best.
How can one see and yet not know,
It's God who makes the springtime show;
Yellow chicklings, downy ducklings,
All new growings, all new sucklings?
Kitten and puppy, foal and lamb,
Each one is sent by the great I Am.
In the worst of winter's fury,
Spring is coming, not to worry.
God shows his love to us in spring
With all new things to make hearts sing.
He fills our needs to keep us whole,
Topped off with spring, to feed the soul.
Won a 3rd in contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
I had the best Spring Break yet!
Spending time with
Family makes me happy!
Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013
Sunshine on my skin
Warmth inside my soul
Leaves brushing in the wind
On this long and winding road
Rapids unbridled in the creek
Running wildly with the road
It's not a race of speed
But how far that we can go
Like squirrels chasing up a tree
Or dragonflies dancing in the wind
The creek and road twist
Upon each other every bend
How far can we go?
This yet I do not know
For I stopped in awe of its beauty
And stood there on the blacktop bow
I skipped out of my shoes
And rolled up the cuffs of my jeans
Wading in the creek
Ice cold water swarmed about my knees
The March wind tangled with my hair
Strands jumping like the leaves
Had me laughing like a child
My soul buzzing like a bee
Bloomed wisdom like Spring flowers
For there I did discover
An answer to a question
On that day I did uncover
I was searching for religion
But instead I found my faith
It was there I laughed with my Father
When my Mother called her child to play
Copyright © Brandi Simpson | Year Posted 2012
Down in to the darkness deep
Slowly and delicately I now edge
In to the warmth so cold and bleak
In to the womb I once resided
In the mother I’d idolized
Wondering what did happen
Wondering what had changed
What had caused such death?
To cause such pain?
Still slowly moving, sneaking,
I started faintly weeping
Why would we cause this?
Why did we not see?
Still I inch, well tears did fall
Till a light I did spy
Till a sprig I now cradle
Now I see, as I gently stop my deplore,
My mother will forgive
All the hurt,
All the people that did denounce,
All she has provided
All that she cherishes
Yet she now grants;
All in the loud roar
Copyright © Rayne Thomas | Year Posted 2013
The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.
It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…
that beautiful frame of mind.
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.
I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.
This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!
But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…
Walk with me through this garden.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
I always wait for a miracle spring,
The thawing snow and ice and everything.
Days again where the sidewalks are clean,
Going for walks and staying lean.
The sound of the birds chirping again,
I haven't heard them since I don't know when.
The sunshine cheery and bright,
You know the day will be alright.
The warm wind and breeze on my shoulder,
I know that I am somewhat older.
Relatives and friends that come now and then,
What a miraculous surprise, you know that when they arrive.
Many miracles and I am truly thankful,
Blessings so kind and divine.
Thanks be to God our Lord and master,
I hope the days and nights will slow down and not go faster.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz | Year Posted 2011
Early Christmas morning I glanced outside,
and no snow was falling, and suddenly a vision of a luminous light
with a trembling child appeared in sight...
and could this have been the Infant of prophecy and might?
And He softly said with the sweetest and kindest voice,
"I bring you no snow but endless love...the warmest flame
that makes every forsaken and unhappy heart rejoice;
it's a gift so gladly given to all the believers of this blessed age."
Struck by that splendid appearance, unafraid,
I ran to thank him for those wonderful words,;
and not having seen any gift under the decorated spruce,
I seemed puzzled, but not fearful or nearly surprised.
There it stood, my gift from that generous child with golden, curly hair:
a purple spring crocus never seen before, an Alpine flower
which grows in early April in every emerald meadow...
I leaned forward with much gentleness and plucked it from the cold snow.
When I stood up, he was gone and not a trace of him could be found,
and who was that cherub without wings...to leave that flower in the bitter cold?
Wasn't He the Christ Child who was born in a Bethlehem's abandoned stable?
And wasn't hope the meaning of the purple spring crocus so beautiful?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
The waters clear as I stand by the river
I see the reflection of someone long ago
As the storms come in I know I can't let you go.
Rain pours at times in this life you've given
But the shadows fade when my prayers have risen
Your love for me I've never new until now
When I see the waters clear, my reflection seems so near.
As time goes on I know you are near
Just seeing the way you help me stand
Just seeing the way you remove the fear
It helps my weakness seem so clear
That without you I am small
But as I take your hand, the walls get knocked down
The waters clear, the reflection I see now,
is you in me, this my Lord helps to make me free.
Written by://©Betty Bolden
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
By Ingrid Showalter Swift
Walk among the tall lithe pines as they sway
subtle hues of lavender’s dusk
Reach your illuminas fingers
with polished nails a-glittered
in crystal-ed gold and diamond sight
out and into this thrusting long light
…Searing a golden pathway from sky into dark walnut and pine and lines of
these byways ..only angels and devils alone ...dare tread
This forest is a barrier thin enough to breech
so teach me!.....I plead of you....
with lips blazing ... the need to speak volumes…like heat rising
Make me a lit oiled lamp on a tall white post
singing out ...streaming out into the streets gray toned and grayed with the
of the merciless weakness ...of humanity
lead me to hope….. yet still more
daring out …the dark night
yearning for just yet another... lilt hearted singular spring day to awaken within
the gates of this immortal town
held aloft by bone cavern and pale flesh tenting
Let light green springs erupt from me once more
and flow through all I meet
like the river shows the leaf to the ocean and then to the shore once more
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
Life is like a warm summer day;
Full of obstacles and delay.
Like is like a summer past;
No single moment will ever last.
Life is like some winter snows;
It has its high points and its lows.
Life is like a winter sky;
Beautiful, until the day you die.
Life is like an autumn wind;
Chilling you through 'til the end.
Life is like an autumn moon;
Foretelling of something coming soon.
Life is like a spring rain;
Giving you something to gain.
Life is like a spring child;
Always smiling, always wild.
Life is short,
So live it tall
And God will see
You through it all.
(Dedicated To Ebony Webb R.I.P)
Copyright © Kaci Jo Atteberry | Year Posted 2011
With each stone,
A certain size,
A distinct color,
Water flows gracefully
Over each backbone of the brook.
Along the brook,
The water is pristine,
Yet calm and quiet,
Rolling over stones
And pebbles, the water streams into
A natural spring.
The spring dwells
Offering life after passing.
Copyright © Sarah Cassleman | Year Posted 2013
Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by
Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul
Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory
Fresh water arises with the scent
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all
The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2012
God's kingdom unfolding slowly,
Each tree and green leaf,
Reaching to greet the day,
A robin sits on a long branch,
Singing a beautiful song,
A blue jay spreads its' wings,
While sitting on a pine branch,
Nature to be admired and adored,
The faded grass restored again,
Appearing a dark lush green,
White snowdrops and purple crocuses,
Spring in bloom beautifying God's kingdom.
Author:Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz | Year Posted 2012
It’s a beautiful day
I went to Braum’s with some of my friends
Talked for a while
And laughed, joked about some silly things
It was so fun
We sat in the car
Looking over something that you did
That I had found so funny
I was sitting there with the banana split in my hand
And a spoon on the other
Having a good old time
The sun was shining outside
The cool, breezy air blowing inside my window
Time stood still
Me thinking of you
I raise my face to catch the wind
What a lovely day
A lazy spring day
Almost feels like summer
I can stay here forever
And freeze this moment
So funny the things we said and done
Ha everything is going to be like this from now on
I am going to freeze it
And enjoying it
‘cause in these moments I am thinking of you
Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2014
The spring appears after a long cold winter,
The snow has melted away.
Beginning of a brand new day,
Even the ice on the sidewalks is gone.
The air is fresh and clean, warming as the sun rises,
Branches of the trees resplendent,
The buds on the trees are slowly evolving,
Revealing leaves that unravel with the sunlight.
Slow to reveal the blossoms of the apple tree,
Beautiful and rose pink in appearance,
There are many different kinds of trees,
The evergreen, spruce and pine, and enhanced green.
Lawns appear a lush green from the faded grass,
Dandelions a bright yellow with perfect spheres.
Spring gardens forever lovely,
With tulips and crocuses, snowdrops and lilacs.
The walk amongst God's kingdom,
Parents and children appreciating God.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz | Year Posted 2011
Beauty is nothing; nothing if not spring,
flora shooting, oozing to cover bare
earth that winter spent, stripped; now gives green.
New life God has planted, planned with care
and bathed the globe with rains, spare and clean.
The air, great gasps of spring; the springing air,
blossom of peach and pear, scents fresh and keen.
Wonders of wonder all are flaxen fair.
Praise gifts, which bring this juice, bring us this joy.
Praise gifts of face found and fine wildflowers.
Praise gifts, and praise our debt for springtime’s cloy-
breadth of earth’s wild bounty, it is ours.
Praise gifts of song, for songbirds on bright wing.
Renewing life; Oh! Praise our gifted spring.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2008
Give me a season....give me a reason...to start anew
It's gonna be autumn soon and the leaves are dropping like dew
Give me a season...give me a reason...to change color
I bet I'd be the color blue....Ohoohooooh... But I'm just a blur
Give me a stairway...teach me the baby steps...to start anew
It's gonna be a tornado...pretty soon and the wind is blowing so true
Hold my hand...hold it tight...give me your trust...give me a sign of contentment
I bet you're the color yellow...like the burning sun....ohoohoooooh...we'll set up a tent
We'll be together at last...the ocean won't separate us...ohoohoooooh no!
We'll be partners at task....the mountains won't make us give up...ooh ooh no!
We'll be together all the time!
We'll be together...no matter what time...
What season...what day...what hour
We both got the power
And we won't cower!
We will blossom up like a flower
And we will be as vigilant as a tower!
I'll change the season to spring time
Just for you...just for you...
I'll obliterate the darkness and destruction...I'll wipe off the grime
From your hand...from your hand
Our friendship will never cease
And we'll create peace...
Peace in mind
Peace that you'll find
In the Spring time
There is a time
For peace, love and hope
I'll do what you wish and never say "nope!"
Because we'll be working together
And we will conquer!
And we will be stronger!
And we'll create peace...
in due time...we'll have peace in mind
Peace that we'll find
In the Springtime
Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2012